Abandoning Abandonment

 

Stood-up for the last time,

this heart not stone, takes heed:

I will lean against an ox of reason,

inhaling a promise of tomorrow.

emptying pockets of your debris, 

I'll evict your ghosts from

the black halls of my pupils.   

The backbone of time

will raise me from you,

as the tree of endurance

has held me longer

than your temporal limbs

and quivering lips

that promised love eternal

until any breeze did stir

your tortured raging.